Little Red Pills

Steve wasn't very thrilled about helping clean his neighbors basement, but he was getting a few bucks tossed his way, and John, his neighbors son said he could have almost anything he found. Mr Fuschita had been a pharmacist, and when he died, his son and 19-year-old granddaughter had flown in from Colorado to help settle the estate, which meant clearing out the house and getting it on the market for sale. Being neither a sentimental or patient man, John Fuschita was in a hurry to take care of his Father's estate and get back to Colorado.

The basement was cluttered with various boxes, containers and bottles. The labels on the bottles might as well have been written in Greek and were of little interest to Steve. Most everything was getting tossed per John's instructions. Lisa, Mr Fuschita's granddaughter spent a large portion of the day with Steve, hauling boxes full of old junk out to the curb for trash pick up. As he made small talk with her, he learned that she was a college freshman, majoring in chemistry and that she'd recently broken up with her boyfriend.

To say that Lisa was sexy would have been an understatement. She wore her long, raven black hair down, but as they worked, she decided to wear it up and bound it up in a ponytail. Her dark hair framed the smooth, delicate features of her face; it's beauty highlighted by judicious use of makeup and eye shadow. She was nearly as tall as Steve, which is to say that she was a few inches less than six foot.

While she was dressed in sweats most of the day, he did get an eye full, when having worked up a sweat, Lisa pulled off her sweatshirt, and revealed a generously filled out sports bra. Lisa's dark areolas could be seen faintly through the fabric of the bra. Steve fantasized about the Japanese-American girl while they worked together. And when she asked about the club scene in town, he suggested that he guide her around town after dinner, to which Lisa readily agreed, flashing him a dazzling smile. Lisa soon tired of working in the basement, said that she was going to work upstairs for a while. Steve lusted after her, his eyes following her swinging, round ass as she climbed the stair. With a long sigh, Steve returned to work.

After spending most of the day clearing out the musty basement, he had not found much that he thought worth taking. As he sat down in an old, 60's era kitchen chair, he looked to his right and saw a small box that had at one time most likely been red but had with age faded to a waxy pink color. The box was about the size of a large phone book, and something about it piqued Steve's interest.

He stood, and walked a few paces over to the box. Lifting it gently from the shelf it was sitting on; he blew a thin layer of dust off and slid off the top. As he did so a small piece of paper fluttered to the floor. Taking note of the paper he finished opening the box and looked inside. Three small, glass pill bottles were held in place in separate form-fitting depressions. Inside the bottles were tiny red pills. Bending over he picked up the paper, and returned to the chair with the box, and sat down. Unfolding the slip of paper, he began to read.

"These pills are the refined version of #88-216, the mind-controlling I perfected while working in the research branch at Langley. You will not find the formula in the container, and I believe it would take many, years of research, analysis and investment to duplicate it. Whoever finds these pills, and plans to use them for their intended purpose should be aware of a few facts:

First, one pill ingested into the system will begin to take effect almost immediately. The pills are tasteless and can be crushed into a fine powder for delivery into a subject if this proves to be an easier form of ingestion. The subject will obey all your commands or those from who they are given their first command without question. Thereafter they will only follow the commands of those they received their first command from. If you are so inclined, you can order the subject to forget their time under the influence of the , and they will do so with no ill effect. In most cases, the subject believes that their behavior while extraordinary while under the influence of the was, entirely their own. Second, the effects of one pill last for roughly four hours. If the dosage is increased to three pills effect lasts for twenty-four hours. WARNING! If a subject is given six pills within twenty-four hours, effects may be irreversible."

Steve looked quickly about the basement, even though he knew there was no one else downstairs with him. These pills were years old. How should he test them out? And on who? As if on cue, Steve heard Lisa call his name from upstairs. Steve smiled to himself.